Tang Wulin's Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring, Bloodline Evolution

Tang Wulin's Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring, Bloodline Evolution

"This... This is impossible!"

The scales covering his body began to dim, one patch after another.

Bolts of lightning began piercing his skin, spreading through his limbs and body.

Tang Wulin was utterly stunned. How could this be? How could my Golden Dragon Tyrant Body be breached?

This... This was absolutely impossible!

Qiangu Wuji seemed not to notice his shock. His eyes were cold.

This was the Soul Skill of his Second Soul Ring, a skill of the Demon Breaking Hand—Destruction Divine Lightning!

Qiangu Wuji's Demon Breaking Hand possessed the ultimate power of destruction, allowing his attacks to destroy his enemies from within and ignore their defenses.

The reason Qiangu Wuji hadn't used this move until now was that its effects were too overbearing. It was best not to reveal it unless absolutely necessary.

But he'd underestimated how much Tang Wulin had improved. If he fought him using only his Heavenly Six Eyes and spiritual power, he'd be at a severe disadvantage.

He'd had no choice but to use this last resort.

Fortunately, the outcome was as he'd expected. The Golden Dragon Tyrant Body was powerful, but it couldn't withstand the Destruction Divine Lightning.

"Do you still want to keep fighting?"

Qiangu Wuji glanced at Tang Wulin, whose face was deathly pale, and asked coolly.

He felt no sympathy whatsoever for Tang Wulin's wretched state.

The boy had brought this on himself.

"Heh..."

Tang Wulin looked up at him weakly, a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

"Just as I thought. You really are a genius. No matter how hard I try, I can never catch up to you."

Qiangu Wuji listened calmly, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

In truth, even though Tang Wulin had lost, he still didn't underestimate him.

He hadn't forgotten how vast the gap between them had been three years ago. Now Tang Wulin could trade blows with him evenly.

The strength the Golden Dragon King had given him was simply terrifying.

What pressure!

This was all pressure!

"But do you really think it's over that easily?"

"Hm?"

Qiangu Wuji froze. He suddenly noticed a strange glint in Tang Wulin's eyes. His previously pale face was now flushed.

Not only that, but through the power of his Heavenly Six Eyes, Qiangu Wuji saw the dark-red Soul Power reappear inside Tang Wulin. Its sheer volume had already surpassed the Soul Elder level by far.

The moment this strange Soul Power appeared, Qiangu Wuji was shocked to see Tang Wulin's Bloodline Power surge at a terrifying rate.

What was this?

Alarmed, he wanted to retreat and avoid the danger.

But it was too late!

Just as he tried to back away, Tang Wulin suddenly grinned viciously and grabbed his wrist with lightning speed.

Damn it!

Qiangu Wuji cursed inwardly and struggled with all his might. But Tang Wulin's strength had become even more outrageous—at least twice as powerful as before.

What was going on?

What had this guy done?

"Do you know how I felt when I found out you were the Spirit Pagoda Master's son?"

Tang Wulin's eyes were filled with madness. The black Soul Ring around him was now shining brightly.

As he spoke, Qiangu Wuji was astonished to see the surrounding Blue Silver Grass slowly creeping toward them. At their tips, sharp spikes began to form.

Even from a distance, he could feel their chilling sharpness.

If they pierced him, even with the healing power of Phoenix True Fire, he'd be gravely injured at best.

Down on the arena floor, Wu Zhangkong and the others had naturally seen the sudden change as well.

Everyone was shocked.

Was Tang Wulin going to kill someone?

Wu Zhangkong shouted furiously.

"That's enough!"

But Tang Wulin seemed not to hear him. He merely turned and gave Wu Zhangkong a cool glance, then looked away and continued in an even tone.

"When I learned your real identity, I was furious. I couldn't understand why someone as high and mighty as you would go to such lengths to get close to me."

"But then I figured it out. Of course. You self-important people are always jealous of others. You can't stand to see anyone else doing well, so you scheme to get close to them and take their power."

As he spoke, the Blue Silver Grass around them continued to spread. One stalk rose high, its sharp tip aimed at Qiangu Wuji.

Qiangu Wuji was frantic. He knew the Blue Silver Grass wasn't the real danger right now. Tang Wulin's control was.

If he could break free of Tang Wulin's grip, the Blue Silver Grass wouldn't be able to hurt him!

"Bastard! I told you to stop! Didn't you hear me?"

At the same time, Wu Zhangkong sprang into action outside the arena. He leaped into the air, a glacial-blue sword suddenly appearing in his hand.

But the Blue Silver Grass seemed to have a will of its own. Just as Wu Zhangkong was about to reach them, most of it turned and swept toward him.

Tang Wulin couldn't possibly hurt Wu Zhangkong, but there was something strange about his Blue Silver Grass. Even someone as powerful as Wu Zhangkong could only knock it aside, not cut it apart.

He could break through it directly, but doing so would require a powerful Soul Skill and risk injuring Qiangu Wuji. That left him hesitant to act.

On the other side, Gu Yue attacked as well. She formed various elements in her hands—wind blades, lightning, fireballs—and hurled them all at once.

Yet even when their attacks combined, they couldn't immediately break through the Blue Silver Grass.

Qiangu Wuji was drenched in cold sweat. By now, he realized Tang Wulin had entered an extremely strange state.

Was it that Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring?

It seemed to greatly increase his Bloodline Power and Soul Power.

Based on what he could tell, Tang Wulin's current strength was already close to what he'd have if he broke the fourth seal.

"Whether it's you or Gu Yue, you both deserve to die!"

Tang Wulin's eyes were twisted with rage. His enhanced Bloodline Power had made his body swell by nearly a full circle.

His strength was so immense that just squeezing Qiangu Wuji's wrist made him gasp in pain.

But Qiangu Wuji had no time to feel it. Behind him, a long stalk of Blue Silver Grass was aimed at him with its sharpened tip.

Damn it!

If only his Bloodline could advance one more level. Then he wouldn't be in such a miserable position.

Tang Wulin smiled silently in front of him. The madness in his eyes suggested he could already see Qiangu Wuji's death.

Qiangu Wuji bit his lip. Behind Tang Wulin, he seemed to see that golden giant dragon again.

It was just as proud as before, its gaze just as contemptuous.

It was mocking him for overestimating himself.

Yes. No matter what kind of ability he gained, he still couldn't match the Golden Dragon King in strength.

Against this kind of power, there was no way to respond.

Unless...

Unless he were fast enough to keep Tang Wulin from getting close. Only then could he truly crush him!

[Beep. Because the host's bloodline is being suppressed by the Golden Dragon King, your bloodline has decided to prove itself.]

As if sensing his desperate wish, the system, silent for so long, finally spoke.

Qiangu Wuji froze, then was overwhelmed with joy.

It was here!

His chance to survive had arrived.

[Beep. Your True Phoenix Bloodline has advanced to Level Two. Space Teleportation unlocked.]

[Space Teleportation allows you to teleport yourself or a target object within your field of vision or perception.]

Teleport through space?

That was right. Wasn't the ultimate speed simply teleporting through space?

As expected, the system never let him down!

Qiangu Wuji had no time to think. He hurriedly activated his Bloodline Power on instinct.

In an instant, the flames around him blazed even more fiercely. Their original deep red faded somewhat, becoming lighter and brighter.

At the same time, Qiangu Wuji sensed the spatial elements around him. His eyes snapped open, and he chose a direction at random.

"Pfft!"

The Blue Silver Grass stabbed down with force.

At almost the same moment, Qiangu Wuji's body turned into a streak of silver light and vanished from where he stood.